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I'm regularly forgetting to check Dreamwidth/LJ for more than two weeks. (I know because I hit the "these are all the posts in the past two weeks" limit without encountering an already read post.)
This never, ever used to happen during the Time of the Journals. I would never get to that limit, usually because only two hours had passed since I'd last refreshed the friends list / reading list, and very rarely because there would be hundreds of posts covering those two weeks, and I'd reluctantly give up 10 days in.
But here we are, and this is what we have.
My online interactions happen in other spaces now; I spend less time putting the things I live, do, or think into prose. This is not necessarily a sign of progress - I feel like I've become less articulate, more full of raw material, but less analytical of it.
I'd like to regain some of the thoughtful approach I remember myself having.
In the same time, the spontaneous "whee, I shall now go post about this on the internets!" has also gone. I used to just write things, whereas now I often feel like I want to keep them close to my chest, not release uncertain / unripe things into the ether and have them shrivel up by exposure to artificial light, or to Other People.
Am I even more insecure than I was? That would definitely not be progress. >.> Just looking at the number of locked posts, in the overall dramatic decrease in posting.
This is not a fannish journal anymore, so it's not surprising that I'm not making any new fannish friends through this avenue. (Remember icon making communities? Maybe they're still out there. Maybe some of you are still participating in them.)
I remembered to use it now, though, because I'm going to post a Yuletide letter placeholder. Yuletiiide.
If you prefer Dreamwidth, you can reply or read the
comment(s) there.
This never, ever used to happen during the Time of the Journals. I would never get to that limit, usually because only two hours had passed since I'd last refreshed the friends list / reading list, and very rarely because there would be hundreds of posts covering those two weeks, and I'd reluctantly give up 10 days in.
But here we are, and this is what we have.
My online interactions happen in other spaces now; I spend less time putting the things I live, do, or think into prose. This is not necessarily a sign of progress - I feel like I've become less articulate, more full of raw material, but less analytical of it.
I'd like to regain some of the thoughtful approach I remember myself having.
In the same time, the spontaneous "whee, I shall now go post about this on the internets!" has also gone. I used to just write things, whereas now I often feel like I want to keep them close to my chest, not release uncertain / unripe things into the ether and have them shrivel up by exposure to artificial light, or to Other People.
Am I even more insecure than I was? That would definitely not be progress. >.> Just looking at the number of locked posts, in the overall dramatic decrease in posting.
This is not a fannish journal anymore, so it's not surprising that I'm not making any new fannish friends through this avenue. (Remember icon making communities? Maybe they're still out there. Maybe some of you are still participating in them.)
I remembered to use it now, though, because I'm going to post a Yuletide letter placeholder. Yuletiiide.
If you prefer Dreamwidth, you can reply or read the
comment(s) there.